Song of Magnetic Service
The wind whispersto a weeping willow,
"You won’t be lonely forever.”
We buy our wedding rings
in a pawnshop.
The past will be redeemed
by the love to come.
You have bluffs in your soul
where I can stand
and see a hundred miles of you.
I have a hundred years of sorrow in my eyes.
O Holy Heart,
you will be my joy
on the day the world ends.
The Pilgrim Dreaming
I’m in a suburb of Cleveland.
I’m talking to a monitor in a mailbox.
The husband and wife are wearing pig masks.
They say they won’t deactivate the force field.
Missiles are screaming over my head
and destroying houses a block away.
No Blues Blues #43
I call my sickness the Guest.
The Guest will speak now.
On the steps of the Winter Palace,
the guards turned
and fired their carbines
at the Reptilian Overlords.
I used to be the King of Hell.
The Overmind of a praying mantis
loves your Higher Self.
A robin retires from a branch
and resumes his Intransigent Grace.
Jessica the Christ will have miracles
crackling through Her fingertips.
The ache in my heart lets me know you exist.
